As Ethan was propelled dozens of meters backward with each devastating blow, he couldn't help but let out a small, almost exhilarated laugh. It was a bitter realization that his curse had shielded him from experiencing the true extent of physical combat for far too long. The monotony of defeating enemies with ease had dulled his senses and numbed him to the thrill of a true battle.
Varian was a doppelganger, but his strength didn't lie in copying his adversaries, but in copying their fighting styles and using the same against the users. He only had to do that when the enemy was on his level, and right now, Ethan wasn't.
"It is time to end this… I can't become a masochist either," Ethan thought while looking at the enemy with a serious gaze when he finally left the enemy's camp.